Omega doesn't relax while his mate's mouth is on him -- not by a long shot -- but he stays still, not trying to coax Blue this way or that, certainly demanding nothing else beyond this. He can feel his own heartbeat throb in the open skin every time her tongue passes over it, a muted sensation with the chill of something that threatens to hurt but doesn't quite. Blue has moods where she she demands the right to pierce his flesh and draw blood, asserting her ownership over him as if it was ever in contest. But this isn't like that. Something is still wrong.

He tilts his head to touch her hair, only to find her lifting her head for a kiss with lips parted, the taste of his blood strong on her tongue. Omega may never be strong enough to draw back from her kiss on his own, and he answers it immediately, deepening it when she does, undeterred by the ominous pressure of her claws.

But he catches her hands with his own, just in case.